Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Heaven and earth trembled. Mountains split open everywhere, and dense cracks began spreading through space itself. The sight made everyone's hearts quail. Although the Human race's great experts knew that the Human Emperor and Feng Yi Shi had stabilized the space, so no matter how fierce the battle became it would not reach them, they still shuddered at the scene. If it had been them, one punch would have killed them.
And not merely one person—groups upon groups would have been collectively vaporized.
Zhentian Lei Huang had no way to resist. Although taking his true form had increased both his strength and mana, he held no advantage whatsoever against Ye Xiwen. Nothing had changed from before: Ye Xiwen still seized him and pinned him down for a savage beating.
Only now did he understand just how vast the gap between himself and Ye Xiwen was. Imperial blood continually sprayed through the sky, splattering everywhere in a harrowing sight.
He refused to accept it, and he was even more indignant. Why should this human be able to beat him into such a state? If not for the treaty signed beneath the city walls back then, he would have led Thunderous Marsh's army to invade Human Province long ago.
And now, Ye Xiwen's overwhelming force instantly reminded him of that year—the mighty, imposing man clad in majestic robes, who had nearly driven back their army single-handedly, beaten him until he could not strike back, and forced them to sign that treaty beneath the city walls.
That terrifying memory had merely been buried deep in his heart as time passed. Moreover, his cultivation was no longer comparable to what it had been then, and he had believed he had completely cast off the psychological shadow of that time. Yet he